Yeah, you would think, right? It was less awesome than it sounds. I got taken for a ride by a silver tonged, distractingly pretty charmer who turned out to be a liar and a thief. A fence, to be more precise. It sounds romantic to have stuck by him as long as I did in the face of impending legal disaster, but that was the stupid part. I almost paid for the deceit of another. Great story fodder but not something I recommend anyone try for themselves.
Okay, allow me to explain, recapping the events of the evening from start to finish. Me and a buddy decided to go to karaoke night at a local bar. This is around ten o'clock at night. By eleven we'd already had a significant amount of booze, but were only just starting to feel the effects. Midnight rolls around and I'm starting to feel a little more than blurry in the head. At this point I'm up on stage doing some really bad rendition of Black Sabbath's Paranoid. Bear in mind by boss has just walked in with a group of friends. About fifteen minutes later I'm talking with my boss (note I'm pretty plastered off Jager bombs, beer, and a several rounds of cheap tequila by now.) Off in a remote corner of the bar somewhere my buddy decides to pick a fight resulting in the two of us being escorted out by a rather large bouncer. (Think Mt. Everest with arms and legs.) We go back to my buddy's house and hang out in the garage, smoke some weed and drink about another case worth of cheap gas station beer. It's late - around two, two thirty in the morning and he gets the bright idea to take his wife's '06 Mustang GT out for a spin. She's upstairs asleep, so he sneaks in, grabs her keys, and we hop in, loud heavy metal (Ra I believe) blasting from the stereo. Everything seems to be going fine - until we hit Sand Canyon Road that goes from Santa Clarita to LaCanada/Flintridge in the Angeles National Forrest. That's when he gets the even brighter idea to punch the gas pedal to the floor. I suddenly found myself sober as a priest, waiting for the inevitable head-on collision. As we get faster, hanging tight hairpin turns and crossing the double yellow at every turn I begin praying to no one in particular - hoping the supreme being takes mercy on my soul because I'm quite certain when the firey crash that burns my manged body to a crisp happens I will be going to the lowest bowels of Hell. Somehow we made it all the way to the other side at the 210 interchange without dying horribly. We pull off on some dark road and I piss/puke my insides out in some guys rose bushes. Then it's back to the freeway - at 150+ mph on the straight roads. I begin having visionsof my gruesome, firey death yet again. By some miracle we make it back to the house. I empty my stomach all over the asphalt yet again. We bid farewell for the night with a solemn vow to NEVER tell Karen of what her car was used for. The night ends with me lying face-down on the couch, puking into a trash can several times before finally passing out.
Yes, I was once a very, very horrible person. In my defense I did go to rehab and no longer do these sorts of things, nor do I associate with drunks/druggies.
My apologies. I'll admit while I was writing that I got int my writing groove, the same one I fly off into when I'm writing my novels.
I think this might be the one time WAC is justified in his outbursts. DWI is no laughing matter. Presumably most of us here have loved ones, and the thought of one of them getting killed in the middle of the night by some guy who thinks it's merely "stupid" to drive trashed can be understandably annoying. A story like the one in question should be followed by. "I am deeply ashamed of what I did. It was absolutely awful. I'm so glad I didn't hurt anyone. I will never do it again." In fact, I'm surprised that on a forum where people are so sensitive toward issues like trans genders and misuse of the word "retarded," more people weren't openly offended by the DUI story.
It would seem that some people may have forgotten the title of this thread : Stupid things you've done In what way does stating that something you did in the past was stupid glorify it? And really, it does not mean he was a terrible person, that he should be a convict, that he should get on his knees and apologize and beg forgiveness. You've never done anything stupid that could have hurt someone? Really hurt someone? Ever? I find that so hard to believe.
As WAC said, it's not simply stupid. It's illegal, careless, and extremely SELFISH. I am absolutely sure if someone had said something like "I was mad at my girlfriend because I saw her talking to some guy so I slapped her really hard," people would be up in arms. As awful as the above example is, A DUI is WORSE, that's why you can go to jail for it.
So now you've never done anything illegal, careless, or selfish? Okay. I'll *almost* buy that. But I'm not going to get into semantics of which illegal, selfish, or careless thing is worse than another. I'm just going to reiterate - He said it was stupid, which would imply 'wow, I was a total jackass when I did that'. Enough said. I don't see the need to make him grovel. It's kind of sick to attempt to publicly humiliate someone, on a forum or anywhere else, because they once did something that could have ended tragically. And... you can go to jail for assault too.
That depends: if she was otherwise level-headed, it's pushing the definition, but if she really was a few crumbs short of a cookie, join the club. As for the whole DUI-thing, yeah, it's stupid, that's why it fits the thread. I think it ranks around the same level as messing about with a loaded gun (which I definitely haven't done). Once I was drunk in a car as a passenger (along with two other people) while a tipsy friend (over the legal limit though not hammered) drove his car around an empty field. Figured it wasn't that dangerous for others since we would've seen anyone approaching a mile away and back then I had no real regard for my own safety. Not that it was that dangerous since there really was nothing for us to hit, but figured it was stupid enough to deserve a mention in this thread.
But this is a thread about stupid stuff. What Alesia did was stupid, he knows it, we know it, his neighbor and their dog know it. It's the reader's responsibility to decide whether they perceive it as glorification of misbehavior or a warning example of extreme stupidity. Why come to a thread about stupid misadventures solely to judge people? There should be, like, a Judge Stupid People -thread for that purpose. The OP asked, , and we've delivered. Learning that you aren't the only idiot on the block is strangely reassuring. Ouch... Sorry to hear things went sour. But yeah, at least it's story fodder!
I may have gotten into an argument with someone working the window at Wendys, when they refused to take my order of a large iced-tea with no iced-tea. I may have been asking for an iced-tea with no lemon.
Which is why I often find myself gently correcting well intentioned individuals who say things like, "What do you have against gay people? I love gay people. They're the best!" because the truth is, we're just people, like anyone else. We have our share of assholes and psychos too. LOL
A few weeks I was gathering some mates for a guys barbecue out the in the middle of nowhere in anticipation for my upcoming graduation from high-school. After taking great pains to ensure that everyone (myself included) had arrived on time to the train station, I was satisfied and thought nothing could go wrong. Since I'd arrived early, I waited on the platform for half an hour as the arrivals trickled and was sure that my planning had gone off without a hitch. In spite of that, and in spite of being there for half an hour, it turned out that I had directed everyone to the wrong platform, a fact I was only made aware of as the train we were meant to be on was pulling out of the station. As this is Australia, and it was a regional train... the next one didn't arrive for two hours...
That sucks, man. Australia must be cool though. When I was little, I wanted to live there. That's beautiful. I can envision you puking like a baby angel with that mastery of storytelling, lol.
Yeah, apart from the weather being a little annoying from time to time, it's great. Although with the big storms in the UK right now, I'm not going to complain.
lol.. No, it isn't. Not at all. Let's just say it wasn't one of my best moments. Or better yet, let's just pretend it never happened... ;P
Well, after reading through all the drunken stories, I kind of feel like that's all nothing, as I can LITERALLY count on one hand the number of times I got drunk. Let's just say that, when I had been drunk those few times, I would laugh like a damn maniac, and NOT. SHUT. UP! And more than one person has stated to me that, though I rarely laugh, when I do, it sounds pretty evil. Worst ACTIONS I did while drunk was walk myself casually off a porch... and another time, I stumbled off the sidewalk because I was laughing that uncontrollably... though it was just in an empty parking, and one of my relatives pulled me back onto the sidewalk the moment I took a step off a curb. I couldn't tell you what the hell I was laughing at... I would just burst into laughter for no reason...
Look at the bright side: at least you're not a mean drunk. As for a more recent stupid thing I've done: a couple of friends and even a masseuse gave me a wake-up call when they told me it's insane to go training with a sprained back. To me, that was just normal. So your back hurts? Pfft, quit yer whinin,' lift those knees, don't lag behind! Maybe it's because of the chronic back pain that I've come to associate all training (except swimming) with pain, but in hindsight it was stupid and no wonder my back was sprained for five damn weeks 'cause every time it started healing, I'd go fuck it up in training all over again. So here's a little secret tip to you all: bi-weekly sessions of traditional European fencing mixed with wrestling is not a good way to heal sprained muscles. I recommend rest and tiger balm.
^ Speaking of sprained backs... one time, I was hormonal and angry with my living arrangement, and I was so angry that I took it out on the futon frame I had at the time in my room at the house I used to live at... with no discretion to my slightly sore back at the time, I hoisted the damn thing like it was a sack of potatoes even though it was far heavier than that, rammed my way through the doorway of my room, and hoisted to the back porch, and pretty much furiously cleaned my room... And the next morning, I could hardly get out of bed. Needless to say, I NEVER fury-cleaned again, or at least not hoisting heavy objects with a sore back.
